Hello my lovely readers. :) I came up with this idea, when my mother told me the painful process of delivering a little bundle of 'joy' into this world. XD ha ha. Oh well, I hope you like it.

This is told in Eli's Point of View. :)

Enjoy and Please Review.

Disclaimer: I don't not own Degrassi...Not even in my dreams...*Sniffle Sniffle* XD

"So what?" I say.

Clare looks down and starts fingering her wedding ring.

"Really?" I ask. "We've been married for a year and you're still like this. Come on Clare, I've seen you naked!"

She hissed. "Shut up, Eli!"

I immediately clamped my mouth shut, in fear that it was her 'Time of The Month'.

Only God knows why women became monsters during that time.

"I-I, um, I'm pr-preg..." Clare nervously mumbles.

Something in my head clicks, but I don't know what. "Preg? Clare, you're, what?"

She scowls. "I'm pregnant." she mutters under her breath.

I stay silent.

Seconds pass, then minutes. Now, I'm pretty sure neither of us has said anything for the past hour.

I shake my head. "Oh."

Clare looks up at me, blue eyes flashing menacingly.

"'Oh?' Is that all you have to say!" she cries.

I rack my head for something else to say. "Is it mine?" I blurt out.

'Idiot! I'm an Idiot.' runs through my mind like a freaking Nascar race.

Clare crosses her arms and shifts her weight on one foot.

Taking a deep breath, she says "No Eli. It's not yours. This baby belongs to a hobo that lives near the garbage cans in Degrassi."

My eyes widen. "You cheated!" I cried.

Her eyes widen. "Eli, do you hear yourself! Of course, the baby is yours!" she says. "Gosh, sometimes I wonder if I married a complete idiot!" she mutters, after.

I take in a deep breath, "Wait, how did this happen?"

Clare glares at me. "Well, I believe that you create a baby by inserting your-"

"I didn't mean it like that!" I hiss.

She sighs. "I-I guess I forgot to take the pill, one day."

"But the c-"

"It broke."

I shake my head. "How far along are you?"

"8 weeks."

She cups her face with her hands and tears begin to slide down her face.

"I'm so sorry." she whispers.

I walk towards her and pull her into a tight hug.

"Don't be." I whisper in her ear. "I love you and I love our little baby."

"But, we're too young to be parents." she cries out. "We're only 25!"

I break the hug and smirk. "We're only25 and we have a baby." I corrected.

Bringing my hand to her face, I wipe away the tears, and kiss her.

I feel her wrap her arms around my neck and bring me closer.

She runs her tongue across my lower lip, and I reluctantly break the kiss.

"Clare." I whisper, my voice husky.

"I want to, Eli." she whispers back.

I stare at her for a moment, and then I crash my lips to hers.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" a very pregnant Clare shrieks.

I cower in fear, and shove Adam towards her. "You handle her." I whimper.

He glares at me. "She's your wife!" he hisses.

Clare grabs a pillow and whacks Adam in the head, then proceeds to fling it at me.

"Listen to me!" she cries.

"OK!" I yell, in defeat. "We will get the cream colored crib. Happy?"

Adam shakes his head in disbelief. "You guys are freaking messed up."

Clare, no longer in her 'Killer' mode, smiles warmly at both of us.

I sigh, and look around. I see hundreds or eyes looking at our direction.

'She just had to freak out at the mall?' I inwardly ask.

Looking at Adam, I say, "I guess this is what happens when your wife is 8 months pregnant."

"Eli!" Clare shrieks.

I stare at her, with concern, "We can stop, if you want. I mean, didn't they say that it's always amazing when it's the first time?"

She gives me a weak glare.

"You're not the one giving birth here." she cries.

"I'm sorry, Cla-"

"PUSH!" the Doctor orders.

Clare whimpers, but pushes anyways.

I see a tuff of hair coming out and then...everything goes black.

"Eli..."

I groan. "5 more minutes, Clare."

*Whack!"

I spring up and instinctively cup my stinging right cheek.

"Dude!"

I look to my left and see Adam, with a victorious smirk on his face.

"Why did you slap me?" I yell.

He shrugs, "You fainted when the baby started coming out."

I give him a death glare, then look around and see that I'm in the lobby. "Where's Clare?"

"At her room, she already delivered the baby."

I run to her room and fling the door open.

I almost break down at the sight before me.

Clare sweating, hair disheveled, holding a baby in her arms, our baby.

I slowly walk up to her. "That's our baby." I whisper.

She smiles, "She's our baby." She carefully holds out her arms and I take the baby.

The tiny eyes flutter, and I see a glimpse of beautiful, bright blue eyes.

"Beautiful eyes just like her mother," I softly say.

I vaguely notice Clare blush.

Studying my daughter, I see that she has black hair, like me, but it has a tint of light brown when the light shines on it. She has my nose and Clare's eyes. What I can't help but notice, is her rosy red lips.

"She's perfect." I say, and I see Clare nod in agreement.

I slowly hand her over to Clare and wipe the tears from my eyes. "What should we name her?"

Clare smiles. "Charlotte?" she suggests.

I look at the baby in her arms and grin "Charlotte Goldsworthy."

Adam comes in, "Awesome! I have a god-daughter!"

Clare and I smile.

I begin to talk, but the ringing of Clare's cell phone interrupts me.

She answers it and right away, I hear a high pitched scream.

"Alli..." Adam and I mutter in unison, before walking to the lobby.

Adam brightens up. "Hey Eli,"

I look over to him.

"You know how you fainted just when the baby started coming out.

I scowl.

He pats me on the back and holds up his video camera.

"Don't worry! I've got it on video, so you can watch it over, and over, and over again!"

Ha ha! :)

Sorry, I just had to add some Adam humor in this. XD

And, I'm sorry if anyone was OC or if you didn't like anything. :D I dare you to tell me otherwise! :)

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